New York, put it on the floorNew York, put it on the floor(What, c'mon)Cali, put it on the floorCali, put it on the floor(Love don't cost a thing)

Miami, put it on the floorMiami, put it on the floorAtlanta, put it on the floorAtlanta, put it on the floor(Just blaze)

Yo, watch how the women start sniffin' aroundWhen we be rippin' it down, we got 'em stickin' aroundThe way they love the kid like I'm the king of the townThe way my money stack stupid, got 'em flippin' aroundAnd got 'em diggin' the sound

I know you look finger lickin'And baby girl, I only use my dough for trickin' or chickenListen, cooked food shorty fatten my tummyYou can go in and out my slacks, don't touch my money

Even though you lookin' good and it was nice to meet yaYou be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me(C'mon)Before you ever try to touch my money clipI'll put you on the corner walkin' up and down the money strip(Now look it here)

Honey dip, better find another dummy quickHomie tryna stunt, better jump inside a money whip(Go on)And see what you can get, and keep it over thereYou better try your luck'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' over here

I think you need to move it to the left(Shorty)Move it to the left(Shorty)If you ain't got your own paperI don't suggest you hold your breath(Shorty)

Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipedeI keep a stack of that, plus some HennesseySince I got rich, I keep a lot of enemiesBut trip and it's like that, 'cause I've been a G

Look at the way these women tend to grin at meI like the way she shake it with a lot of energyMagnums, alcoholic freaks the remedyI'm the young Donald Trump, is y'all hearin' me?

Girls on the sideline, yeah, they cheerin' meAsk her, "Can she drive a stick?", Now she steerin' meMan, I'm sick, no it ain't no curin' meC to the H to the I N G Y

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Yeah, uh, yo, uhPut that ass up on the floorMake it clap when you seen cats pass through the door(Uh)I ain't tryna act gas at allChicks attack like he's, Joe Crack, the bossPlayed it back, 'cause I be so paranoid

I got a wife, but baby please don't back it off(Uh)She understood that said, "What's good, crack?"Got me screamin', "Where the hood, where the hood rat"Mami I ain't gotta pop the pistonBut the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss 'em

So I, cut the chase, took her out the placePut her in a bed, put smile on her face(Uh)She don't know, Joe Crack, the donNever spend no type of real cheese on a broadAll I keep is 100 G's, limit credit cardsCould you believe we could spend it allTalk to 'em, c'mon

New York, put it on the floorNew York, put it on the floorJersey, put it on the floorJersey, put it on the floor

V. A., put it on the floorV. A., put it on the floorChi-town, put it on the floorChi-town, put it on the floor

Just work shorty, you gon' work for this little bit of changeSide order of pimpin', little bit of gameWhat ya know gon' hurt, just a little bit of painWhen I rip your skirt from your little bitty frame